Jo Ann Alo

writer – rhymer – Jesus junky

Death, why do you call me,
as if to comfort me?
You beg me to ask…
“Is death better than life?”
Look at me.
My body is taut, my head reeling,
my eyes fogged with tears.
Surely, you are no comfort.
Death does not come to me,
it beckons me.
Life comes to me,
settles my flesh, stills my head,
and clears my eyes
to the horizon.
(2004)

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